[Verse 1]It's H-B Weezy Wee off the streetsStay deep 'Cedes Jeep big feetGazer seats hold the bare floorsI faithfully hold to pimp whoresYou ate with me and you gon get yoursThis eight with me that's bullets through doorsGot haze in me now I'm so tallCome blaze with me cuz Beaky got moreAnd now or later I'm major playerI ball right I need an agent playerAy ma you tight you need to page a playerThat's so tonight you can taste a playerI got the burner on the waist if you flinchingMy shit turning on 28-inchesMy shit burning like 500 plusAnd this album's a three permer and a clutch

[Hook]24/7 (Yes, sir)I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)Not here

[Verse 2]I claim squad game till no more Wayne remainBang my thing till no more lane remainUse the left lane man cook up the cocaineDudes a lil game and get her to do brainThat boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezyMe and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezyI'm so breezy off the Velvie and the perkNow I'm getting head on the balcony on BourbonApple and Eagle is the street that I shopThe Birdman my daddy and we fly southAnd we don't go to work man we get work outAnd the bricks may go as low as ten up in the droughtNiggaz is selling and you should be buyingNiggaz is telling and you should be dyingNiggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill meC-M-B, I know you gotta feel me

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[Verse 3]You know if I'm doing it I'm probably doing it for the blockI'm out here bitch I got this here on lockCome out here bitch I bet this here gon popI got ya slick this my year don't knockSpeakers from the front to the rear gon rockWood-grain handles to steer it's all hotI never drove factory and I don't own stockI drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah